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Heh, heh, heh Friday October 16, 2009

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I decided I didn’t even want to talk about my birthday.  Suffice it to say, that between it being the first year without an acknowledgement from my parents or brothers that I am alive and Jess and Becca both having to work that day (though Becca did come in later that night once she got away), and Mike being a jerk just cuz he is sometimes – it was bad.  End of story.

I am now hopelessly hooked on Mafia Wars on FaceBook.  I can’t even remember why I signed up for FB, I think it was to chase Holy down and look for a few people, but then Gina got me sucked in to MW and now I’m addicted.  Anyone want to add me if they’re on FB already and want to play?  LOL  Oh, I found Tarhead Mugwump there too!  So nice to see him again!

At least it’s pulling me out of this hideous depression I’ve been in for so, so long.

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So, this week…. Saturday February 23, 2008

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It’s been a week today since the Business was actually up and advertising on the net, where the dispatchers for all the truck companies go to find mobile repair units when they have a breakdown situation.  We’ve had 3 calls so far, already surpassed by far what Mike would’ve made in a week at his old job AND his former boss had to call him yesterday to bail him out of a mess he’d made of a service call too.  Didn’t that tickle Mike to no end?  We aren’t getting cocky, there will be weeks with no calls at all too, and I’ll have to medicate the man, but it was a great first week:  just what he needed to get his confidence in our decision up and running.
 
I was much busier than I thought I’d be too;  I decided to look up all the trucking companies we could find and contact them all by fax or phone and send them an introductory letter telling them all about our services and what a great diesel mechanic Mike is, how experienced, how efficient and fast, yadda yadda…all that stuff they want to hear.  Oh. My. Gosh.  I climbed into an abyss I couldn’t get back out of for two days!  Thank goodness my scope time came or I’d be a skeleton right now, still sitting in this chair; one hand on the fax machine punching in numbers, the other hand with the phone in it, Southern-charming my way into company garages to speak to Supervisors so I could convince them to put our company in their computer right now, pretty please.
 
Funny how just like pregnancy, no one tells you how much gas you get after a colonoscopy.  You’d think someone would mention that…especially since it feels like it’s NOT going to be gas, you go running to the potty all the time, knowing in your head there’s no way there’s anything in there to come out and yet…it sure feels like you’re going to explode some noxious substance anyway.  So, there, helpful Lynn is here to tell ya:  the scope is nothing…you’re asleep for it.  It’s the before and after that really are no fun at all.
 
I’ve got yet ONE MORE TEST to go through now.  This one is the weirdest of them all.  I’ve got to be in the big city at seven ding-dang in the morning Wednesday (an hour away) to swallow a capsule that has a CAMERA inside it.  Yeah, a camera, that’s what I said.  Then I get a little box strapped to my hip, and I’ve got to walk around all day (8 hours) with this box on, camera inside so they can take photos of my insides.  *SIGH*
Not only that, of course I can’t eat the day before or the day of.  That’s 4 days of no food in one week.  Now, normally I only want to eat once a day anyway, but ummm….I DO like to eat that one time a day, and I definitely need some coffee in me if I’m going to be up and taking my butt an hour down the road at 6 AM to swallow a camera.  I swear, this is the LAST test.  If they can’t figure it out after this, they can all bite my dysfunctional butt.
 
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate 14 year old girls when they own cell phones?  One of them is texting 24/7 and refuses to talk on hers….and of course her twin would rather die than text and yaps away on hers 24/7 to…you guessed it….that dang boyfriend of hers.  I can’t believe she’s sustained a relationship for 8 months now….not even a breakup/makeup session.  And Libby’s having a friend over, it’d been 3 weeks since we’d had company….the house was falling apart w/out an extra kid in it, luckily we found someone who could come over and keep our record intact for us.  *Eye Roll*
 
Oh yes…my poor dog Jack.  Jessica, Super Woman, couldn’t hack it.  He chewed up her new bags, her shoes, HIS BED that he’d been perfect on for 4 months here, barked constantly whenever she left him so she could go to work and expected her attention all the time.  LOL  I’ve explained to her to remember that you cannot give babies back, that I’m really getting too crazy and cranky to come get her 3 week old when she finds out it cries all the time, has nasty smells coming out of it’s back end and stains all her best blouses.  She promised, like always, that she is very, very careful.
 
And Becca’s got a boyfriend, Becca’s got a boyfriend!  A serious one!!!!   I’ll write more about that later, it’s an entire blog.  Becca’s got a boyfriend!
 
Blessings!

Mood Swing, Anyone? Monday January 28, 2008

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Well, I must  be better!  How do I know this?
 
Since I went out Saturday night with my oldest kid Jess, the legal one, to a drag show – danced my butt off, screamed ’til I am still hoarse, had my photo taken with a female impersonator who is LOADS prettier than me (and by the by, used to come to my house after school most days to study with Jess and Becca)…just basically behaved as few 40-something year-old mothers of six kids do, I have to pretty much assume I’m better, don’t I?
 
Now all I want to do is listen to dark and/or dirty music played very loudly and dance.
 
Mood swing, anyone?  I have a few to spare.

Getting an earful Thursday January 17, 2008

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I hope my therapist took HIS meds today before he came in, because boy, is he going to have a time with me this morning.  SOOOoooo much to tell him, so many emotions rolling around in here.  I feel so bad for my poor guy some times…I just hope I don’t pull another hysterical crying fit because I lose all my control I hold back at home at once and he tries to drop me back into a ‘restful place’ again for a few days.
 
Things are better with the Mike, Lynn, Russell saga.  They came home for lunch yesterday and we had it out – Russell’s very poor choice of words pertaining to my contribution to what this business would be about, how I felt about it going from mine and Mike’s dream to something Russell was knee-deep in…let’s face it – my jealousy that it wasn’t me Mike was talking everything over all the time with anymore…it was Russell…then me.  That only makes sense; after all, they work together all day, I’m tied up in the evenings with the kids and household things.  Makes it tough for Mike and I to sit down and talk about the new ideas, what we’ve each come up with individually during the day that we’re working on, and Russell’s right there for Mike to bounce ideas off of.  I have to accept that and let my jealousy go and remember this is mine and Mike’s business, not Russell’s.  His name is going nowhere, his money will have nothing to do with it, he’s just putting in his two-cents….OFTEN.
 
I’m really excited about my part in all this.  All this complaining I’ve done for over a year about having nothing to do but still not being capable of going out into the workforce and get a 9-5 job is over…the perfect job for me has landed in my lap.  Things I’m good at AND at home…HOORAY!  My own hours, mostly…HOORAY!  A boss I’m already sleeping with…HOORAY!  Can I work it around my GERD and migraines?  I believe so…it’s not going to be much different than running Laura and the house all day while I’m ill, and Katie already wants to learn how to work the fax and deal with the calls, so she’ll be my helper after 3 PM. 
 
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Had a little talk with Judy (Jeremy’s Mom)…told her all about my troubles…*I am SO going to hell, paraphrasing a gospel song for my own evil intent*.  She’s beginning to grasp what an idiot she behaved like in offering her home up as a refuge for disenfranchised teenage girls in love with her son, and I’ve made it plain that this offer will be rescinded and explained to Emily as a "Southernism", like a "Y’all Come back anytime!" sort of thing.  If she doesn’t take care of that little ‘confusion’, Judy understands she’ll be wearing her backside as a hat – soon.  It’s so nice when the Mom’s of teenagers in love get together and bond, isn’t it?
 
Emmy’s taking her grounding like a trooper.  She only cries for 2 hours a day, sleeps an extra 3 and begs for time off for *cough cough* Good Behavior 5 times a night.  I think that’s what she stops crying and wakes up for, basically.  She has, though, spent a little more time with us as a family, and is showing more interest in whether her friends are still alive or not.  So I’m seeing a little improvement.
 
And now there’s just the La-less to deal with somehow.  She’s made it clear Mommy isn’t allowed to spend time doing something other than paying attention to her…so I’m thinking it’s time to find some daycare.  Watch for explosions over Central Kentucky in the coming weeks.
 
Love ya!  Blessings…Time to go terrorize my shrink!

The New Year Wednesday January 2, 2008

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What to write about, the first blog of this Leap Year?  My health, happiness, joy, blessings, laughter?  Those bright and sunny darlings everyone knows as my daughters-extraordinaire?  How we spent December 31st?  How grateful I am to have kept so many of my blogfriends throughout last year and how I miss the ones who have poofed from the blogosphere?  The first snowfall of 2008 last night, albeit short and sweet?  The smell of my baking pumpkin-bran cake wafting through the kitchen I’m so in love with now?
 
Nah…Yeah…
 
Today I am overflowing with all that is gratitude.  For being here, for watching my daughters grow, for having friends who are so good to me here, for the good health that I have, for being capable of love, laughing, seeing the beauty in the world and in each person I know.  I am so blessed to be alive, to be a citizen of this country, for having my amazing family. 
 
I’m so lucky.  So looking forward to all that will be 2008, the good with the not-so-great.  I’ve learned over the past few years that there really is a great deal to be said for adversity.  If you wish it, the greater your hardships, the more you appreciate every gift you’re given.   With every health problem, there is the joy of a pain-free day or moment.  With every feeling of anger, I count on laughter and peace to get me through.  Each time I find myself depressed, aggravated, confused, there is an end to it and the bright shining light of my family and friends and this wonderful life I lead to carry me through.
 
"Somewhere you got a brother, sister, friend, grandmother, niece or nephew
Just dying to be with you
You know there’s someone out there who unconditionally, religiously, loves you
So just hold on ’cause you know it’s true
And if you can take the pain
And you can withstand anything, and one day
Stand hand in hand with the truth

I said amen, I said amen
I said amen, I said amen…"

Kid Rock, Amen
 
"Hey hey-
Have you ever danced in the rain
Or thanked the sun
Just for shining- just for shining
Or the sea?
Oh no- take it all in
The world’s a show
And yeah, you look much better,
Look much better when you glow
If you want to be somebody else,
If you’re tired of fighting battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else
Change your mind…"
Sister Hazel, Change Your Mind

 

Happy Start to this new year, everyone.  It’s going to be a good one.

Blessings!


Coordinating Lynn Monday December 31, 2007

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It’s never taken much to make me happy – I’ve always been called a cheap date, and that is never more apparent than in my lack of interest in being a Martha St*wart type homemaker.  No fancy couch for us, we’ve always had too many messy kids, no stoneware or nice drinking glasses, too many kids who are too rambunctious around the table.  No fancy clothes for me, why would I need them?  I go nowhere but to the stores and the doctors, after all.
 
This past year, 2007, has quietly, sneakily started to change all that I’ve just noticed.  I don’t know if it’s me finally coming out of the fog of the last three years, my at last acceeding to the fact that I AM consigned as a homemaker and that is it since my disability makes it impossible to work outside the home, or I’ve just decided enough of the schlump and on with the fashion.  Or maybe it’s as simple as Laura finally being old enough to handle dishes that might break and realizing she’s stopped spitting up on my tops.
 
I’ve color-coordinated my kitchen, of all things.  Everything is black and red, or heading that way shortly.  It all started with this little red toaster Mike and the girls bought me for Valentine’s Day a couple years ago.  Good old Mike, always turning gifts into practical use purchases, after all, we needed a new toaster, red is my favorite color AND one of the Valentine’s Day traditional colors, why wouldn’t I love it?
fridgetoastercoffee makerplates
 
Thus began my black/red kitchen project.  My black fridge came after the toaster, and TheRocket finally died so I could buy my Hamilton Beach coffee IV, then I found these Cor*lle plates and TA-DA!  I was in heaven.  My countertops are black, my linoleum is black and white block patterned.  Becca bought me 60 kitchen towels in red or red patterned.  I think I am good to go, now all I need is those nifty dark-tinted glassware and a deep red tablecloth and some black cloth napkins.  Woot!
 
I don’t know why this makes me so happy-of course I’m madly in love with my new fridge, I’ve never owned a side-by-side until now, or a brand new fridge either.  I suspect people will pity me my rapture over something as silly as a color-coordinated kitchen, but dangit..I’m the dame who only owns two pairs of jeans.  Everything else is slouch pants or sweats. 
 
I look back on how I wrote my first Dec. 31st in 2005, my blog on the last day of 2006, and I’m amazed at the changes in me.    I found the song "Dear Abby" Cas sent me, and I’m blown away how appropos the chorus is now for me, and how it’s always been ‘my song’
 
"Unhappy, unhappy…you have no complaint
You are what you are
You ain’t what you ain’t.
So listen up Buster, and listen up good…
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood,"
 
Trust Cas to come down to it, whether he meant to or not.  2007 has been the year I realized I am what I yam, and that’s all I need to be, for better or worse.  I’ve had to ride out some bad mind trips I’ve given myself, that the world around me has thrown at me, but I’ve gotten through. 
 
The past month has been another one of those "don’t look too hard at all those medicine bottles, Lynnie-girl" struggles.  But every day, no matter what morbid thoughts run through my head, I am pulling myself together and marching on through the day.  When it gets bad, I pick up my wicked-cool Chili Red stoneware and grin, knowing that even if I can’t keep down what’s on the plate, I can be assured through the heft of that weight that I’m still here, there are things to be happy about.
 
I love you all.  You’ve literally been lifesavers, each in your own special way.  Thanks for carrying me through this year that I figured out I’m okay…that I am what I am, and ain’t what I ain’t, and that it’s good enough.
 

Oh, but I *WILL*, sorry… Friday April 13, 2007

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There are things in this world that I’ve always wanted to do.  Many of them I have been blessed enough to manage and cross off my list, proud and happy to experience and enjoy, or at least experience.  Some I have still to look forward to-a few with the knowledge they will probably be dreams and dreams only, a couple things I know for a fact I will attain some day in the near future, and one or two just a maybe.
 
Bungee jumping however, is a definite.  Next month, I’m thinking.
 
Now, dear Mike keeps telling me I am not allowed to go bungee jumping.  As if he doesn’t remember that nothing sends me running to do something quicker than telling I am forbidden to do it….where has that man been living all these years?  I did ask my neurologist about it…he asked me if I were crazy.  I asked my psychiastrist about it.  He told me I was crazy.  So I went to my trusty, trusted GP and finally just asked him if it would jolt my titanium plate out of my head or unscrew any of my bolts if I went and bounced my head around a bit, and he told me to do what I needed to do…because I would anyway.  It’s nice to have a doctor that grasps your personality. 
 
I’ve just always wanted to take a flying leap off a building or bridge and come bouncing back up again, I don’t know why.  The phenomenon hit about the time I was pregnant with Laura, and obviously I couldn’t participate then.  Soon after that the aneurysm hit and I was certainly in no shape after the craniotomy to go leaping off tall buildings, tethered with a stretchy cord or not.  But I’ve recovered enough now that I feel not only ready but fairly itchy to do this.  And why shouldn’t I?  There are so many things I can not do in my life, things I’ll never be able to do again, and I have learned and continue to learn to live with that.  I suppose I will spend the rest of my life coming to grips with things I can’t do anymore.  That is sometimes very difficult at 41…to be retired, to realize there are so many things that are over for me, permanently.  I spend my days and nights and thoughts looking for the blessings, the hopeful, the good and humorous in all of it and for the most part succeed, I think….but then when I want to do something that will be *fun*, that will make me feel my age again…something silly and giddy and uplifting-it seems like there’s someone around to try to drag me back, stop me, tell me I’m too ill, too fragile to do it.
 
It makes me feel disabled.  It is not a good feeling, emotionally, at all.
 
I don’t know how it feels to bungee jump though.  One thing I know I can not do is be bounced horribly about the head.  If any of you have ever bungee’d….could you tell me how much head and neck bouncing/jerking does go on?  I’ve watched some videos and it doesn’t look so bad, but videos are of course not the same as the real thing, and before I call and make reservations, I’d like to get some more information.  Thanks!

I *think* I’m over it now Thursday April 12, 2007

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For the past month, my family has considered having me committed.  It’s been a prickly situation;  I’ve never really known at what point their coming close to give me a hug might be really a veiled attempt to get me into a clinch so they could thrown on the straitjacket and haul me off to Ridge (not that I haven’t thought of checking in there a time or two myself!).  You see, I made the mistake one night of voicing an interest in having another baby to the people I live with.  I blame The Godfather.
 
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have been watching a 1972 mob movie in the middle of the night  during an emotional time when I’d just found out my favorite cousin was expecting not one, not two, but THREE grandchildren this summer.  Perhaps if La hadn’t finally decided to cooperate and become a potty-trained member of society and at last learned that belting someone upside the head is not the Southern Girl’s preferred method of greeting or maybe if the dang baby that Michael and Kay were being Godparents to weren’t so dang cute and small and sweet, I wouldn’t have been struck dumb and nostalgic and crazed with missing the tiny baby stage of life and mothering.  Whatever.  The facts are that La is pretty much done with the Baby Stage and is now a full-fledged toddler almost school-going person.  All the other kids are teens or almost there’s.  I’ve got two in college now.  I miss babies.  I miss the tiny little bundles of coo’s and itsy-bitsy hands that curl around your fingers and clutch so tightly.  I miss finding out what kind of personality the baby is going to have, I miss those little full-body shivers.  I miss giving little baby baths.  I miss the smell of new baby.  I miss feeding the baby and holding a small child on my lap. 
 
I know I’m nuts.  I’ve got a clingy toddler now I can barely go to the bathroom without.  A person would have to be a pathologically destructive masochist to want to add an utterly dependent baby to that mix…and yet, here I was, yearning to take my baby-making number to seven.  The girls at first screamed NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! at me, threatening to cut off or add to my meds, depending on what the docs thought; Mike ran around in circles, almost threatening to do the one thing to ensure I would be unable to fulfill this wish of mine, until I laughed at him and said, "Oh really?"  Then he reverted back to joining the chorus of the girls with the "NO NO NO NO NO NONO!!!"’s.  However, the girls, as is their wont, soon came around to my way of thinking.  After all, girls will be girls…and babies are fun.  Soon it was four against two, with Katie the Sane and Sensible being the only one to side with Daddy.  That should have told me something. 
 
My sis the Imp is no help.  Her two year old son is a perfect delight.  He’s already potty-training himself, is sweet and funny and bright and always smiling.  The sweet baby girl coos and gurgles every time we’re on the phone, has this beautiful little face that makes me get misty-eyed every time I see a new picture…there is no reason NOT to want a baby whenever I talk to her…she’s the Poster Mother for Reasons to Want Another.
 
And then Easter happened.  After visiting at Mom and Dad’s a bit, we went to my cousin’s for a little while to go see all the relatives who’d gathered to eat and egg hunt.  We’d always done this together before Grandmother died, but since she’s gone, Dad’s health being what it is, Mom usually has her own celebrations seperately and of course we go to those occasions, and then I try to stop in and see the extended family too.  So, in the throes of my Baby Angst, I walk in to find FOUR pregnant cousins, three toddlers and two infants.
 
Poor, poor Mike.  He visibly shuddered when sunny, sweet little John Daniel, the one year old, waddled up to me, raised his hands and wanted to be held.  I was more than happy to comply, and carried the little angel around for an hour, mentioning over and over how natural it felt to hold a little tiny babe in my arms again.  I think Mike growled.  He pulled me off the couch when I went and sat down between my two very pregnant cousins, muttering under his breath about it perhaps being catching in this very fertile family of ours.
 
He did get his revenge a bit later when we went back over to Mom and Dad’s though, to have the Egg Hunt with all the kids.  He told my MOTHER of my wish for more kids.  After she’d spent some time with a paper bag, offsetting hyperventilation, she opined that perhaps I was going through menopause, stating that many women hitting the Change felt a last gasp need to have a child.  Ah, the woman has such a talent for the verbal barb.  Next thing I know, she’s dropped a book, The Silent Passage, in my lap, and apparently, now I am in menopause.  Thanks, Mike.  Good one.  Never mind that I’m 41, never had the first sign of a symptom and mom didn’t start the Change until she was 54.  I want a baby, so I must be menopausal.  She so likes him better than me.
 
I have since recovered my momentary (if you can call a month a ‘momentary’) lapse into further insanity.  I had a great phone conversation with my wonderful sisterfriend Stacy the poet today.  She babysits her three grandsons, two of them twins about to be a year old next month.  Listening to them in the background reminded me of the days with Emi and Katie and Libby, when I had three in diapers….three little bitties fighting for toys, fighting for attention, crying in unison, climbing all over me, each other, the furniture at the same time.  It was an ugly memory.  I don’t wanna do that again.
 
I think most of my baby-wanting stems from the fact that I can’t/won’t remember any of Laura’s baby-ness.  I’ve got her first nine months, and that’s all I’ll ever have, except for photos and what I write here and other places.  There are no memories in my mind of her sweet little baby days and ways, and there never will be, thanks to the aneurysm’s damage.  It’s a hateful repercussion that I simply have to live with…but it would be no different with a new baby either, and I certainly can’t keep popping out children every time I forget what it feels like to nurse a newborn, bounce a fussy baby until she stops crying, coax that first smile out of a four week old.  This is something I will simply have to live with, adjust to and compensate for the best I can.

London Bridge Tuesday November 7, 2006

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If you want to understand this entry, you should play
London Bridge
by Fergie
while reading
 
 
I wasn’t raised a feminist.  The delineation between men’s work and women’s work was explained to me in no uncertain terms and the most hurtful possible way when I asked my Dad if I could go to work with him and my brother TJ one Saturday morning.  An emphatic No was my answer–it was my job to stay home and help Mom with the housework.  Since TJ got along with Mom much better than I did, was physically better suited to dusting and loading dishwashers than pulling wire in houses than me and little brother hated going to work with Daddy while I longed to jump in the truck and go along, you’d think that argument wouldn’t fly.  But, facts were facts:  TJ was the Son.  I was the Daughter.  I would marry and have children, cook and care for a home.  TJ would marry and father children and need a job, a trade.  Dad owned a business that afforded him the opportunity to teach his son a trade so off Brother went to learn something he hated while I stayed home and did chores I hated and could do with half my mind tied behind my back.  That I may someday need a trade or a career apparently never entered my parents mind in 1977, although they definitely regret that shortsight now.
I began looking at things differently after having my own daughters, while looking at the poor, misguided, doomed decisions I’d made in my life with relationships.  I realized I had never empowered myself at all, never mind all the empowerment I didn’t receive: at the age of 30 whining about not being cuddled enough wasn’t going to help me raise five children, it was important to get my act together for me.  I studied men and their history of violence against women, man and their constant subjugation of women, women’s history, women’s culture, women’s politics, Goddess religion, developed my own opinions and ideas and grew a backbone of steel when it came to Feminine Rights.  My Dad called me the Rabid Man-Hating Divorcee and begged people not to mention anything that touched on Men, Men and Women, Divorce–just about anything that might set me off during my She-Woman Man-Hater’s Club of One Period.  I did get a little emphatic during that time, I admit, but I was exploring my independence, realizing a lot I had ignored or never learned.  I was very ignorant and felt like a sponge in the ocean after a long period in the Sahara.  I indoctrinated the little girlies in my newfound Women’s Strength Beliefs too.
"When will you consider getting married girls?"
All five answering in unison, age range from Jess at 15 to Libby at 5…
"After we’ve graduated high school, graduated at least a 4 year program at college, gotten a good job or started a business, met a man and known him at least 2 years, Momma."
"Thank you, Ladies, you may go."
As time passes though, as I get older, as I am more experienced still…as I finally chill out and perhaps grow UP instead of just age, I wonder about feminism on many levels too.  Are there any middle grounds on anything anywhere that people can simply go to immediately, and if so, is there a blueprint to them and I just missed them all? 
The song London Bridge, when I read the lyrics, just sickens me, the feminist me.  My college-age, darling daughter Jess who is mirror-me in some respects, (bless her poor heart) is at my rabid feminist stage now.  The London Bridge song just infuriates her.  She won’t listen to it on the radio. It makes her growl.
But she also gets irritated if men hold doors open for her sometimes.  Country-boy courtesy gets under her craw.  I want to just spank her when she starts ranting and fussing about guys who dare to question her rights as a woman by being considerate enough to hold the door open for her.  I told her last week they were only listening to their Momma’s, they were showing her respect, not disrespect, and that I’d thought I’d raised a bright child.
Ultra-feminists today seem to be out of their damn minds.  Don’t hold a door open for me, it’s disrespectful???  Don’t appreciate or embrace the sexuality and sensuality of a woman’s body, even as women–even worse and more hypocritical I think, pretend it isn’t there and you aren’t reacting to it–because a man might be doing it, because the woman is sexy, because the word ‘ho’ is used…
I think it’s fun to celebrate sexuality.  To want to jump up and dance, to feel sexy and sensual and become overwhelmed with the need to grab your partner and take them into the first private spot you can and get busy. For some reason, there are songs that do that for all of us, aren’t there, and while many of them are about "love, love, I love you, you are nice and sweet and you take good care of the kids and work hard and the truck is clean and the floor is never dirty"…
Let’s face it…
A lot of those songs are about feelings we get in our head and heart and lower down that have to do with movements and confidence and bodies meshing together perfectly and how she makes you feel when she walks into a room and how his body looks in the candlelight and yeah…how come every time he comes around your London London London Bridge wanna go down?
Do I lose my Feminist card for liking that song?  For throwing the kids out of the room if it’s playing but jumping up to dance when it’s on and wishing Mike was home from work?  I know there are plenty of people with a "Shameful Favorite Hoochie Sex" song out there.  Or is it just me?  *snort*
 
*Blessings*
 
LONDON BRIDGE by Fergie  Radio Edit
Oh Snap, oh Snap, oh Snap.
Are you ready for this?
Oh, Snap!
Oh!
It’s me
Fergie
The pimp
Paulo!
Fergie Ferg, what’s up baby?!
Come on
When I come to the clubs, step aside (Oh, snap)
Part the seas, don’t be having me in the line (Oh, snap)
V.I.P ’cause you know I gotta shine (Oh, snap)
I’m Fergie Ferg
And me love you long time (Oh snap)
All my girls get down on the floor (Oh, snap)
Back to back drop it down real low (Oh, snap)
I’m such a lady but I’m dancing like a ho (Oh, snap)
’cause you know I don’t give a
f@/k so here we go! (Oh snap)
[Chorus]
How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down
Like London London London wanna go down
Like London London London be going down like
How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down
Like London London London wanna go down
Like London London London be going down like
The drinks start pouring
And my speech start slurring
Everybody start looking real good (Oh, snap)
The Grey Goose got your girl feeling loose
Now I’m wishing that I didn’t wear these shoes (I hate heels)
It’s like every time I get up on the dude
Paparazzi put my business in the news
And I’m like get up out my face (oh, snap)
‘fore I turn around and spray your ass with mace (oh, snap)
My lips make you wanna have a taste (oh, snap)
You got that? I got the bass (Uh)
[CHORUS]
Ah, da, da, da, da, doo, doo, doo, doo
[Speech:]
Me like a bullet type, you know they comin’ right
Fergie love em’ long time
My girls support right?
Ah, da, da, da, da, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Ah, da, da, da, da, doo, doo, doo, doo
[Speech:]
Me like a bullet type, you know they comin’ right
Fergie love em’ long time
My girls support right?
Another A.T.O.
Cali collabo
Fergie and Polo
When I come to the clubs, step aside (Oh, snap)
Part the seas, don’t be having me in the line (Oh, snap)
V.I.P because you know I gotta shine (Oh, snap)
I’m Fergie Ferg
And me love you long time (Oh, snap)
All my girls get down on the floor (Oh, snap)
Back to back drop it down real low (Oh, snap)
I’m such a lady but I’m dancing like a ho (Oh, snap)
’cause you know I don’t give a f#/k so here we go! (Oh, snap)
How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down
Like London London London wanna go down
Like London London London be going down like

All I’ve got Wednesday July 5, 2006

Posted by gingerbreadman in Yep, I's Nuts.
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Becca sent me this in an email, and since Spaces won’t let me visit anyone w/out giving me the White Page…I can’t even see the space, let alone leave a comment, and my headache is a hum-dinger today…this is all I’ve got to offer:  a goofy…

JANUARY BABY!
Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet
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FEBRUARY BABY!
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves
freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends
but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. romantic on the inside not outside. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself – heck,
you’ve got the looks for it!!! Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone
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MARCH BABY!
Drop dead gorgeous!!! Attractive personality. Very sexy! Affectionate & Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Chatterbox! Loves to talk alot! Loves to get their way! Easily angered. Very stubborn in the most way possible! Loves to get noticed! Willing to take risks for others. Makes good choices. Has a great fashion sense! Maybe a little too popular with others * wink wink*. Outgoing and crazy at times! Intelligent. Can sometimes be a heartbreaker! Can love as much as possible! Hates insults. Loves compliments! Just one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet. A very big flirt! Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others. IN the next 6 days you
will meet someone that may possibly become
one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5
minutes.

APRIL BABY!
Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and travelling. Systematic. hot but has brains. If you
repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that’s caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days.

MAY BABY!
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint.
Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good
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JUNE BABY!
You’ve got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. Superstitious but pratical. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Unbelievable kisser! Horny. sexiest out of everyone. The best in bed out of all these months!! If you repost this in the next 5 mins, you will see your love in 8 days.

JULY BABY!
Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you. You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and
loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt
but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days.

AUGUST BABY!
outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful.
easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every thing’s peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be
loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming"
or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter. repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.

SEPTEMBER BABY!
Hello sexy, loves sex n makin luv, tends to be SOOOOO hot!! Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems.
Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates
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next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak to much in the next 4 days.

OCTOBER BABY!
Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the centre. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable.
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NOVEMBER BABY!!!
Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent
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in 5 mins & you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month.

DECEMBER BABY!
This straight-up means ur the most Beautiful Loyal and generous person. Patriotic, and Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Very Ambitious. Influential in
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person. Loveable. Easily hurt. send this within 5 min of opening and show off of what a perfect december You are!
Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent
personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.
repost in 5 mins & you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month